Zhao Fu stepped forward to inspect the properties of these bronze gates. He discovered that their abilities were not limited to releasing ghostly creatures; they could also replicate other powers, though they could not copy powers that were too advanced.
For instance, those ghosts from earlier possessed only a trace of power resembling Zhao Fu's and could not truly replicate his strength.
Although they could not replicate high-level powers, they could still copy the powers of ordinary experts. Moreover, so long as the gates were not destroyed, those ghostly creatures could not be truly killed. It seemed the gates' ability was quite decent.
Zhao Fu put them all away, intending to refine them into his own possessions once he returned.
He continued onward!
He still encountered nothing. Zhao Fu arrived before an enormous cavern entrance. The space ahead was even darker, carrying a faint pressure as well as an aura of divinity.
The corners of Zhao Fu's lips lifted into a slight smile. He could now determine that there was a god ahead.
He entered the cavern and followed the passage for around ten minutes before once again arriving in a vast space.
This place spanned tens of thousands of meters and was over a thousand meters high. The ground was empty and bare, with nothing on it. At the center stood a hundred-meter-tall platform, upon whose summit was a throne. A woman sat upon it.
The woman had a graceful figure and wore black armor. Her long hair was cyan, and her eyes were closed. Her face was beautiful, carrying a forceful air, while her aura was also immensely powerful and radiated a dense divine presence.
A bronze saber was planted beside her, emitting a faint cyan glow and carrying a sharp aura.
Bronze gates floated overhead throughout the